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Just as I
reached the corner of Jake’s building, I stopped; and, turning
around, I
looked down the hill and saw Dalton wave at me. His face broke
into
a smile when I waved back, and then he turned away, trotting after Tip
who had
disappeared on the lake side of the pavilion. I stood for a
moment longer
thinking about when he had met me at the airport and how my cock got
hard as I
thought about him as he drove me home. He was a good-looking,
well built
teenage whom most gay men would try to seduce; but I didn't know then
that he
was experiencing the same feelings I had when I was his age and that
those
feelings were confusing him. He wasn't sure of what he wanted or
why he
felt excited when he looked at another boy, and he was afraid to tell
me
because he was so frightened that I wouldn't understand even though he
was my
kid brother. "At least, I was there with him when he poured his
heart out and needed someone who would listen and try to understand
him,"
I said to myself. "How many gay brothers hear their kid brother
tell
them how much they love them and then have the chance to help them when
they
reveal that they are gay?"

"Oh well," I said quietly to myself, sighing audibly as I released my
grip on the railing. "All I can hope is that he has listened and
learned
something from we have talked about and have done." I thought as
I turned to go
into Jake's office, looking forward to joining Dalton and Tip for
lunch.

§

"Tip,"
Dalton called out as he caught up with him, "Where is the bath
house?"

"It's on the lake shore next to Shelmacher's boathouse, Dalton," he
answered, glancing at me as I fell in step beside him. "Lyle and
I
usually wear our bathing suits under out shorts, but we've used the
bath house
a couple of times," he said, slowing down a little and glancing at me
again as he continued. "Sometimes there are older men walking around
naked
and rubbing their cocks, but they won't bother you unless you let them
think
you want them to. Have you ever let some old man suck you off?" he
asked
softly, leaning his head closer to mine.

"Hell no, have you?" I responded quickly, glancing around nervously
to see if anyone was close enough to hear us.

"Nope, but if there is anyone there, they'll try to get you to. I
turn my back to them while I'm undressing so that they can't see my
cock,"
he answered, laughing and chuckling under his breath.

"Don't they have booths we can change clothes in without someone
watching
us?"

"Nah...there's a long bench in front of the lockers, just like the
locker
room at the high school. You've undressed with other guys in
school when
you had to do PT, haven't you?" Tip asked, winking.

"Sure I have, and I've almost gotten a hardon watching some of them
when
we showered together; but those guys are our age, not like the older
men that
you're talking about,” Dalton said, feeling his cock twitch as he
thought
about Billy Edmonds.

"Me too," Tip said, pushing his shoulder against mine and
laughing. "Some of the guys in my school especially the football
players, are built like brick shit houses and they like to show
off.
There are only one or two in my class who have bigger cocks than I do,
but I
don't let them see me getting excited even though some of them make me
horny;
you know how guys talk about that stuff."

"Yeah; I do, and I do the same thing," I said, wishing I had worn my
briefs so they would help hide my swelling cock as thoughts of Billy
Edmonds
standing naked under the shower flashed in my mind.

The bathhouse was a wooden nondescript white building with the words
"Bath
House 50¢ Pay at Boathouse" painted in black letters on the wall
between
the men and women's entrances. It was only a few feet past the boat
house and
built on pilings over the water. A grizzled unshaven older man
dressed in
overalls and a dingy long-sleeved white shirt was sitting on a wooden
box
beside the screen door entrance to the boathouse. He had a faded
well-worn
captain's cap on his head, and he seemed to be tying different knots in
a short
length of rope. When he saw Tim and me walking toward him, he let
the
rope fall loosely in his hands and said gruffly but not unkindly,
"Going
swimming, Tip, or are you looking to hire a boat; I've only got a
couple left?
Where's your brother? Hardly ever see one of you without t'other
around
somewhere."

"Lyle had to work, Mr. Shelmacher, but we don't want a boat; we're
going
swimming," Tip answered cheerfully as he reached into his pocket
pulling a
one dollar bill out and handing it to Shelmacher as he continued to
say,
"This is Dalton, a friend of mine. He lives in Richmond, but he
and
his brother are renting the Anderson house for a week. We need only one
locker
between us."

As he took the money from Tip, Shelmacher looked at me quizzically and
said,
"I'll still have to charge you for two, Tip, even though you're
only
going to use one locker."

"I know, Sir, same as when Lyle's with me," Tip said, standing with
his hand outstretched while Shelmacher took a key attached to an
elastic wrist
band off of the board nailed into the wall over his head.

"You're from Richmond, you say. I've been here in Gaston for nigh
on
to fifty years, and I don't recall seeing you before," he said as he
put
the key in Tip's outstretched hand, saying, "Use number twenty-two
against
the back wall; Tip, you know where it is."

"Yes, Sir," Tip said as he took the key hesitating and looking at me
as I answered the query.

"Carlton and I used to come here with our parents, Mr. Shelmacher; but
that was a long time ago when my brother and I were younger, and we
didn't use
the bath house. My Dad said we could save money by changing
clothes in
the car."

"I can believe that," he laughed, displaying several gaps between
yellowed teeth. "Lot's of folks did back in those days when money was
tight. You wouldn't know what is was like back then, but I can
tell you
some stories."

"We'd like to hear them, Mr. Shelmacher; but we don't have much time
right
now," Tip said quickly, pulling on my arm and moving in the direction
of
the bath house.

"That's the trouble with kids today, always in a hurry," Shelmacher
grumped, returning to his piece of rope and grunting, "You boys be
careful,
the lifeguard don't come on duty for a couple of hours yet."

We both scampered away without acknowledging his warning, grateful to
be gone.

§

The bath house was a
rough shingled building without
windows, but there was a narrow screen-covered opening at the top of
the walls
under the eaves of the roof that provided ventilation and only minimal
light.

An almost overwhelming odor of chlorine, which made me cough and blink
my eyes
rapidly, assailed us as I followed Tip into the building. Tip
heard me
cough behind him, and he turned his head saying, "You'll get used to it
after awhile, Dalton; but, if you breathe through your mouth until you
get used
to it, it's not so bad."

"Whew!" I exclaimed. "Whoever cleans the place sure uses a
lot of it."

"I guess he has to because of all of the people who use it,” he
answered. "Come on; follow me; our locker is this way," he
said, turning to his left and starting down a narrow aisle between
lockers and
the outside wall.

Hesitating for a moment before following him, I looked around to see if
there
was anyone else in the building, not realizing that there could have
been
someone in the aisles between the lockers. The rough damp floor
was
concrete, and I was glad that I was wearing the rubber shower clogs
that
Carlton and I had bought the previous evening. It did surprise me
that
the floor was concrete since the building was built on pilings. On the
wall to
the right of the entrance there were three free standing urinals and
two
commodes without partitions to provide privacy for their users.
Further
along the wall, in the corner, there was a roughly six foot square area
with a
raised concrete lip and with two shower heads hanging down over it from
pipes
that ran up the wall and had been attached to one of the rafters.

"Tip," I called out as I turned to follow him after looking at the
rough conveniences. "Does all of the water and stuff from the showers,
the
urinals, and the commodes empty into the lake?" I asked without
realizing
how ridiculous the question was.

"Nah," he answered, laughing loudly as I approached.

"I was wondering," I said, blushing and feeling a little foolish as I
caught up with him.

His eyes twinkled with amusement when he saw my face. "It's not very
fancy, and I guess a lot of people think that when they come in here
the first
time. I did hear that the shower water did once, but he had a tank
underneath
that collected the other stuff. The county made him hook the
building up
to the town's sewage system. He bitched a lot about all of the
money he
had to spend after they took him to court, but he had to do it or they
would
have made him tear the place down," he explained, stopping in front of
the
locker we would be using. I gave a mental sigh of relief that he didn't
kid me
about being a "Tourist."

§

Tip opened the locker,
and, after placing our swim suits on
the bench, we placed our towels inside on top of my clogs and his
sneakers. We both were wearing white t-shirts and shorts; but,
when we
dressed at the cottage, I didn't put on briefs since Tip wasn't wearing
any. Pulling the t-shirts off, we threw them in the locker, and
facing
each other we both hesitated for a moment before taking our shorts off.

I felt a tingling sensation and a feeling of anticipation surging
upward from
my balls, and my breathing quickened as we took our shorts off and put
them in
the locker. I could hear Tip's breathing become more labored;
and,
glancing at him quickly, I saw his smoothly muscled chest expanding as
he
inhaled deeply. He sighed almost audibly as he exhaled, and the
tingling
feeling of excitement surged through the length of my hardening cock as
we both
turned and gazed at each other. His circumcised cock swayed
gently as it
lengthened, growing harder, and his dark brown eyes gleamed as they
roamed over
me.

"Jesus, Dalt," he whispered, moving closer and using Carl's nickname
for me as we embraced. His eyes gazed deep into mine, and his
arms held
me tightly as he lay he head on my chest and whispered softly, "You're
built better and are more beautiful than anyone I've ever seen."

Moving my hands upward over the hard smooth muscles of his back, I took
his
head between my hands, lifting his face to mine and gazing into his
soft brown
eyes. A warm feeling spread in my loins; and, remembering how Carlton
and I had
kissed, I lowered my partially parted lips to his, whispering as our
lips
touched, "You aren't too bad yourself."

His eyes brightened, and then his eyelids closed slowly as his lips
parted.
I felt his muscles tense and then relax as a wave
of titillating excitement
washed over us. Moaning deep in the depths of his diaphragm, he pushed
his
tongue between my lips with the speed of a fencing foil; twisting,
dueling
and searching the hidden recesses. Our kiss and the hardness
pressing
between us told me that he was experiencing the same sensual feelings
of desire
that were enveloping me; and, lowering my arms around his chest while
we
kissed, I held him tightly tasting the sweetness of his mouth as our
tongues
twisted.

"Jesus, Dalt, you're really terrific," he said, leaning his head back
from mine as our lips parted.

"So are you," I replied, feeling his hands moving down my back to the
cheeks of my ass.

Smiling with a sultry impish glint in his eyes, he spread his fingers
over the
round firmness of my cheeks and pulled me closer; and, pressing his
cock
against mine, he started slowly rotating his hips. He grinned when I
inhaled
deeply almost gasping at the electrifying feeling of his cock rolling
over
mine; and, pulling me tighter with his hands on my ass, he whispered,
"I
like the way it feels, Dalt; your cock and mine pressed together, don't
you?"

The electrifying effects of my cock trapped with his in the thick silky
hair
between was creating the same warmth that I had felt when Carlton and I
had dry
fucked each other. I knew my cock would explode if he kept on
doing it;
but, the erotic sensation of his cock rubbing against mine was
overpowering;
and, moaning softly, I replied, "Jeez, Tip, it feels like I'm almost
ready
to cum."

"That's the feeling I like, Dalt," he said huskily, breathing in
deeply; and, pressing his body tightly to mine as he slowed the
movement of his
hips, looking into my eyes and whispering. "I love the feeling of
jerking
off and being almost ready to shoot my load. I stop before I do
shoot so
that I can feel my cock throbbing, filled with cum ready to explode,
and my
balls tightening up. You like that feeling, don't you?"

"Sure I do, Tip; but someone might come in, and catch us," I
whimpered, weak from the ecstatic feeling of our cocks rolling between
us.

"We'll hear the door open if they do," he said, his voice still husky
with emotion. Lowering his arms and moving back slightly, he took my
hand; and,
turning around, he pulled me toward him as he leaned back against the
wooden
lockers and slipped his arms around my waist. As he pulled me against
himself
with our cocks pressed into the silky soft pubic hair between us, I
felt the
electrifying feeling of our balls touching. The shock of his balls
touching
mine shot through me; and my muscles tightened, arching my back and
pressing my
hard cock tighter against his. His eyes glistened with lust as my
body
yielded to the hot waves of excitement rushing through me; and, gasping
for
breath, I rested my forehead against his.

"Yeah, I can feel it, Dalt, you like it the same way I do, "he hissed
between his clinched teeth. "Lie against me and move your hips
the
way I was; I love the feeling of you on top of me with your cock
pressing
against mine."

I was so hot and filled with desire and excitement that I didn't care
who came
in. I wanted to feel the exquisite pleasure of my throbbing cock
shooting
my load with Tip. I wanted to feel his muscles and mine tightening as
we both
reached our climaxes shooting our hot sticky sperm to mix between us.

Spreading my legs slightly, I put my forearms on the locker door on
either side
of his head and pressed my hot body against his. His lust filled
eyes
glistened with excitement; and, as I started to rotate my hips, he
pushed his
pelvis into me and dropped his hands to my ass. Gripping the
cheeks of my
ass and holding me tightly against him, he started hunching into me;
his
trapped cock sliding up and down between us.

The feeling of his hot throbbing cock rubbing against mine sent thrills
of
pleasure deep into my loins. Leaning harder into him, I was
almost
panting from the electrifying excitement of the synchronized rubbing of
our
cocks against each other and from the intense up and down movement of
our hunching
hips.

His eyes were closed; and, as the intense friction of our cocks
touching and
sliding through thick pubic hair increased, his lips parted slightly,
and
he moaned softly increasing the speed of his hunching hips to meet the
driving
power of mine. I felt the tantalizing feeling of the pre-cum
flowing
between us as we raced furiously to reach the peak of ultimate
satisfaction. A feeling of euphoria and oneness enveloped us, and
I felt
my cock and his hardening at the moment that he gasped, "I'm ready,
Dalt."

"Me too," I whimpered as the muscles of my body tightened. The
arching of my back pushed my gushing cock tightly against his
groin, and my legs
shook as the hot sperm from my tightening balls flowed between us
mixing with
the flood that exploded from the crown of Tip's steel hard cock.
Tip's
fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, and his head rolled from
side to
side. He moaned with each spasm of his cock, his chest heaving as
he
gasped for air. His heart was beating as furiously as mine was as
the
thick hot cum spewed from blood-engorged heads covering our stomachs
and
soaking the thick hair between us.

It seemed like hours passed before our throbbing cocks started to
soften, but
it was actually only a few seconds before we felt the last trickle of
sperm and
the feeling of euphoric ecstasy slowly draining from our tense sweating
bodies.
Letting my quivering arms rest on the locker door again, I
rested my
sweating body on Tip. He moved his hands upward over my back; and,
holding me
gently, he rubbed his nose into the soft flesh under my chin; and,
kissing my
neck, he whispered softly, "That was fantastic, Dalton, I didn't think
my
balls would ever empty," he said, gasping for breath. "Jesus, it was
the most totally awesome feeling I've ever felt."

We stood breathing heavily with me leaning against him for a few more
seconds
before I pushed away. Still leaning against the lockers, he
looked down
at his stomach and then at mine; we both were soaked with sperm.
Heaving
upwards, he laughed as he put his arms around my neck, his lips meeting
mine in
a long gentle kiss.

I felt a feeling of warmth flooding over me as he leaned back with a
look of
devilment in his eyes and said, "We can take our suits off in the
lake and wash the mess off of or our cocks and out of our hair, but we
better
use one of the towels to clean it off of our stomachs."

§

Tip's bathing suit
looked more like tight white cutoffs than
an actual suit, but it did show the symmetry of his well-shaped bubble
butt. I noticed that if his cock hardened there was the distinct
possibility that it might slip out if he didn't tuck it up closer to
the
top. From the way he was strutting around while he buttoned the
fly, he
seemed oblivious to the fact that he was showing every thing he
had. I
found it exciting watching him stuff his cock inside and then pull the
"suit" up tight into his crotch.

Carlton and I had bought suits at a local store the evening after we
had met
Tip and Lyle. When I shook out the one I had selected, his eyes
widened,
and he whistled softly saying, "Jeez. Dalt, that won't cover very
much."

"Just as much as yours does," I answered, sitting down on the bench
so I could put my feet in the leg holes before standing up and pulling
the suit
up over my hips.

"I don't know about that, Dalt. You'll have every fag on the
beach drooling
and falling all over themselves when they see you."

"They'll have more of a problem getting to me than you did," I said,
grinning mischievously as I ran my thumbs around the inside of
the tight
suit, pulling it up tighter than it already was, showing the bulge of
my still
half hard cock.

"Oh shit," he said, imitating distress and groaning as he slammed the
locker door shut and locked it. "If we stand here much longer, I'm
going
to get hornier than I already am; and we'll never get to swim.
Come on;
let's, get in the water before this stuff dries and we can't get out of
these
swimming suits."

Running out of the bath house, I followed Tip across the small gravel
beach to
the lake's edge where instead of going right into the water, we
stopped,
breathing heavily from the run around the bath house to the lake.
It was
warmer than it had been earlier, and the sun reflected off of the
lake's
gray-green surface. As our breathing from the run subsided,
we
stretched our arms over our heads. I was inhaling deeply expanding my
lungs
before going into the water when Tip caught me by surprise and suddenly
ran
into the water laughing and hollering, "Last one in is a sissy."

"That's not fair, Tip. You didn't give me a warning," I called
out, furiously running into the water after him.

"Catch me if you can, Dalt," he said playfully as he dove under the
surface.

We played a game of water catch for several minutes, frolicking and
wrestling
with each other like carefree teenagers. Tip's eyes gleamed with
amusement; and
every time I managed to get him in my arms he, like a slippery otter,
would
slip away laughing and kicking water at me. Every now and then
when we
were close to each other, we grabbed each other's crotch and
squeezed.
The water was cold enough there wasn't much of a chance that either one
of us
would get a hardon, but each time he squeezed my cock and balls he held
on a
little longer, and I felt my cock tingle and starting to swell. His
eyes would
gleam with excitement from the way he was teasing me; and, just as my
fingers
touched the bulge in his cutoffs, he would move away swimming partially
on his
back laughing; and the water would boil as he kicked his strong legs
propelling
himself backwards. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he
was
having fun teasing me with his playful squeezing of my crotch, and I
liked the
feel of his hand squeezing my crotch, but each time he grabbed me, my
hard cock
ached from being restricted to the tight confines of the bathing
suit. I
was having fun playing grab ass with him; but, even as good a shape as
I
thought I was in, treading water was tiring; and I gasped, "Let's get
out,
Tip and rest a few minutes."

"Got a better idea," he gasped, his chest heaving as he treaded water
in front of me. "Let's swim to the diving float; it's not far,
and
we can stretch out on the mats."

Tip struck out swimming in the direction of a float that I hadn't
noticed as we
were playing. His strokes were smooth and powerful, but I caught
up with
him, and we matched strokes. A leisurely swim became a race
to see
who would reach the float first.

We reached the float in a tie; and, throwing our hands up on the top,
we hung
there, gasping for air. "Damn, Dalt," Tip said, his chest
heaving as he gasped for breath. "You're a pretty fast
swimmer. If the float were a little further out, you probably would
have beaten
me."

"I think it would have been the other way around, Tip. A few more
yards and you probably would have beaten me, I was about to give
out," I said, not far off of the truth. My lungs felt like
they were on fire, and my legs felt like they were made of rubber.

"You're just saying that, Dalt; you're a better swimmer than I," he
said,
turning and facing the bobbing float. He placed both of his
hands on
top of the float; and, waiting for the upward motion, he heaved himself
up on
the float. Water streamed off of him as he gracefully twisted his
water-glistening body and sat on the edge of the bobbing float.

I hung on the side of the float for a few more seconds while my
breathing
returned to normal; and, just as I felt like I could join him, he
extended his
hand to me saying, "Need some help?"

"No thanks, I can make it," I replied heaving myself upwards as he
had done, duplicating his graceful maneuver and plopping down beside
him.

"Hey, Dalt," he exclaimed. "You did that really well.
Sometimes Lyle has a hard time, and I have to help him."

"I don't think it is because he isn't strong enough, Tip; he looks like
he
has a pretty good build, but he does weigh more than we do," I
said,
breathing easier as the fire in my lungs receded.

"Nah, Dalt, that's not it. He used to smoke cigarettes, but I
think
he has quit since Dad beat the hell out of him when he caught him
smoking in
the bathroom," he replied, leaning forward over the water, his body and
jaw suddenly tightening.

"It is a pretty nasty habit, Tip; but I think your father should have
talked with him instead of beating him like you said he did." I said
quietly, glancing at him.

"Dad doesn't talk, Dalt...," he said shaking the water from his hair
and sitting down, his voice trailing off.

I glanced at him quizzically as I sat down next to him. Tip didn't say
anything
else; and, remembering what Carlton had said about privacy, I didn't
prod
him. We sat quietly looking across the water at the shore.
The boat
house with its long pier and the bath house were built out over the
water and
clearly visible. I could see the pavilion nestled in among the
trees; but
most of the other buildings, except for the taller buildings whose roof
tops
could be seen above the trees, were hidden from view.

Several grown-ups and their kids were swimming and playing at the
water's edge; but, even though they were chasing each other around, I
could hear only an occasional
shout or squeal of pleasure. Shading my eyes with my hand, I
could see
several other people sitting in lawn chairs, some with umbrellas over
them, and
some lying back trying to get a tan.

Except for those faint sounds and the squawking of birds flying over
the water,
there was only the sound of the water slapping against the float.
Out of
the corner of my eye, I could see that Tip had relaxed, and I looked at
him.

"It's really peaceful out here, Tip," I said quietly as I kicked my
cold feet in the water to help the circulation.

"It's my favorite place to come when I want to be alone and think,"
he replied, without looking at me.

"I can understand that; no one would bother you out here," I
said. "I don't have a lake with a float like this in
Richmond.
When I feel like I want to be alone and think, I go to my bedroom in
the
basement. Usually it's stuff about school or the attitudes of the kids
and how
they talk about 'fags and queers' that really bothers me."

"Yeah, me too, that and lots of stuff I can't talk about with
anyone
else," he answered as he raised his legs and, stiffening his arms,
lifted
his ass from the float, doing an inverted handstand. His triceps
and
thigh muscles were bulging from the strain of holding his body in one
position,
and I thought he was going to sit back down when, suddenly tucking his
legs
under his body and then placing his toes on the mat, he effortlessly
executed a
graceful gymnastic move I had seen gymnasts do, and he was standing up.
Standing over me, he looked down and grinned, "I learned that in
school."

"I'm not a gymnast, and my feet are freezing," I grunted, starting to
stand up less gracefully than he had.

"Here, let me help," he offered, taking my wrist with one hand to
provide leverage and slipping the other in my arm pit.

"Damn, Tip, that water gets cold if you stay in it long enough," I
said, as his hand slipped from my arm pit, and I turned to face him.

We stood looking into each other’s eyes, and for a moment I thought he
was
going to put his arms around me; but, twisting away, he dropped down to
the
float in a pushup position. Slowly lowering his body, he lay
on the
rough jute mats, tucking his hands under his chin and gazing out over
the
placid water.

The lean muscles of his still wet back glistened in the sun light,
rippling
smoothly under the glistening bronzeness of his skin. His
chocolate brown
hair was darker from being in the water, and there was a streak of dark
hair
from his cutoffs down the back of his thighs to his knees.
Kneeling, I
stretched out close beside him, and propping my head up with my arm and
hand, I
stretched my arm out, and lay my free hand on his back.

He didn't move or say anything as I slowly moved my hand over the
satiny
softness of his warm unblemished back muscles. I stroked his back for
several
seconds, hoping he would say something; but he lay quietly.
Laying my arm
over his back I dropped my other arm to the mat, I moved closer,
almost
touching him. Placing my chin on my forearm, I hesitated briefly before
cautiously saying, "We haven't known each other very long, Tip;
but
you can talk with me if you want to."

For a moment, I thought he was ignoring me; but, as I started to remove
my arm
from over his back, he turned his head toward me, and looking into my
eyes he
asked, almost whispering, "Do you ever talk with Carlton about how you
feel, Dalton? Does he help you understand why you like sex with boys
and you don't
have the same feelings about girls? Lyle and I have talked about
it but
we didn't know anyone who could explain it. Lyle doesn't know much more
than I
do, and he hasn't had much more experience. He talks a pretty good
game; but, I
know better. It's...,it's like we're a couple of guys lost in the
woods with no trails to follow or signs to show us the way out. Do you
know
what I mean, Dalt? It's like when I met you; I felt
something like
a spark inside of me, and I knew I wanted to have sex with you, but I
really
didn't know what to do or how I could let you know how I felt. I
get that
feeling when I'm around some boys, but I don't have a feeling like that
when
I'm around girls, Dalt. I like some of them but that's all I feel....,"
he
said, his voice trailing off, his eyes void of emotion.

The thoughts of the first time Carl and I had talked about how I felt
and of
him showing me what having sex with another man is like flooded back
into my
head. I had felt the same way Tip was feeling, but Carl had told
me to be
careful about whom I talked with and what I said. The lack of
emotion in
Tip's eyes and the flat monotone in which he spoke made me feel like I
needed to
say something that might relieve him and help him know more about his
feelings
for other boys.

"Tip," I said softly, my hand involuntarily moving over the cheeks of
his ass while I gathered my thoughts. " I felt the same way you do for
a long time until Carl
came home a few days ago. He had called and told Dad he was on
his weay to a new duty station, and he said he was coming home for a
few days. He asked Dad to pick himup at the airport In
Indianapolis, but Dad sent me instead as a sort of surprise since we
hadn't seen each other in six years. I think Carl was just as surprised
as I was when we saw each other. I had changed, and he was
surprised at how much; but, when I saw him, he looked even better than
I remembered. His hair was as dark brown as mine but, he had
grown a little taller and, he had put on more muscle than the last time
I had seen him. We talked a little about what we had been doing
since we had seen each other and he was really happy to see how I had
built myself up. It made me feel good hearing him say that; but, he was
so good looking that I could hardly kep my eyes off of him on the drive
back to Richmond. We stopped for something to eat before we went
on home where Mom and Dad were waiting. After we got home,
we talked about pretty much the same thing he and I had already
talked about. Mom told him he would have to sleep in my bedroom
while he was home since she had made his old bedroom into a sewing
room. It didn't seem to bother him to be sleeping in the same
bedroom with his kid brother. It really excited me that we would
be together, and I wasn't even thinking about seeing him naked. Later
though, I couldn't help by watch him as he undressed. I got
excited seeing him naked, just like I would when I saw the boys in the
showers at school I already knew there was something different about me
from the feelings I would get around other boys, and I didn't
understand why I had those feelings; but getting the same feelings when
I saw Carl naked, frightened the hell out of me. Just like you
and Lyle, I never had anyone I could talk about how I felt. I was
afraid to talk with my parents, and with Carl away there was no one
else. When Carl the way I was fidgeting and trying not to show
how excited I was, he just smiled and sat down on the bed next to
me. I was so afraid of what he was going to say, that I began
shaking and then started crying, but Carl just put his arm around my
shoulders and pulled me closer to him. He didn't say anything or
get mad like I had thought he would; but, it shocked me when all he
said was, cry Dalt, get whatever is bothering you out of your system
and then tell me what it is if you want to. He was sitting next
to me and holding me the way I had always wanted him to, and all of the
pent up feelings inside of me poured out. He listened as I told
him how I felt about boys, and we talked and talked about why I felt
the way I did. He explained the reasons about why some men feel
certain ways about other men and what they do together. I still
didn't really understand all of it; but, I sure felt a lot better after
we finished talking."

"You had seen him naked before that, hadn't you?" he asked.
"I've seen Lyle naked lots of times; and when he saw me getting a
hardon or saw me hard, we would jerk off together," he said, turning on
his side and propping
his head up with one hand as he reached for my free hand.
"Sometimes we jerked each other off."

"No, I never saw Carl naked except for one time when I was about ten
years
old. I peeked at him once when he was taking a shower while he
was home on vacation. He looked like one of those guys in the
muscle
magazines, but Carl looked better than any of those guys; at least, he
did to
me. He was all soaped up rubbing his hands all over his chest and down
over
his cock, and his bulging muscles glistened in the light. I
thought he was
the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I got so excited
watching him
playing with his cock that I could hardly breathe and my dick ached so
bad it
scared me so I ran to my room. I didn't know anything about why I
got so
excited; but, for the longest time after he left, the memory of how
much I
liked looking at him never left my head. That's when I knew I
wanted to
look just like him, and I started working out in the gym with weights
so I
would look just like him. He was my big brother, and I knew I
loved him;
but, as he was away in the navy, we only saw each other two or three
times when
I was growing up. Even when he was home, we didn't do very much
together
since he was older than I. It wasn't because I didn't want to be
with
him; but, hell, I was just his skinny kid brother; and what older
brother wants
to hang out with his kid brother?" A warm feeling washed over me
as
I remembered that night, and my cock started to harden.

"Not just me," I answered looking at the growing bulge in his
cutoffs and breathing in deeply, my cock throbbing in reaction to his
touch, and
continued, "You're getting just as excited as I am."

"Yeah," he said softly, seductively, his gleaming eyes looking into
mine as his fingers plucked at the tight waistband of my suit.

Leaning forward, he brushed my lips with his, the tip of his tongue
like an electrifying
dart sending shocks of heat down into my loins. I felt his hand
slipping
down into my suit, his fingers touching my cock and the slick pre-cum
oozing from its blood
engorged crown; and, leaning against him, I moaned softly,
"Tippy," as waves of ecstasy filled me, my cock throbbing with the
feeling of sperm starting to rise. Suddenly pulling his hand out
of my
suit, he exclaimed, "Jesus, Dalt! I forgot where we are. We can't
do
anything out here; people might be watching us with binoculars.
You are
so damn sexy, and I got so fucking hot talking about sex that I
couldn't help
myself.

"Whew,” I replied weakly, straightening up, my chest heaving from
the
excitement of his fingers touching the head of my cock. "Talk about you
getting hot and horny; my cock would have exploded if you hadn't
stopped when
you did."

"I'm sorry, Dalt, I know how that feels; but I really have seen people
sitting on the beach and looking at the float when someone is out
here,"
he said as he sat up beside me.

"Well, if there is anyone looking, they're probably wondering what we
are
doing," I said, inhaling deeply as I tried to re-arrange my wilting
cock
through the tight fabric of my suit.

"Yeah, if they are looking and they've figured it out, maybe they're
just as
horny as we are," Tip said, laughing; and I joined him, laughing so
hard that my sides ached.

"Tip," I said, gasping for air from laughing so hard. "We
better be going in. We're supposed to meet Carl, remember?"

"Jeepers, Dalt. I forgot all about meeting him," he said,
grinning, his eyes sparkling.

"He won't mind if we're a little late," I chuckled, springing into
the water.

"Hey, Dalt, that's not fair."

"You did it to me," I called out as I surfaced.

"Yeah," he answered, flexing his legs to dive in. "That was
because I didn't know how well you swim."

I slacked up and waited for him to catch up with me, but I didn't
realize how
much of competitor he was, and we raced to the beach.